Paul Gable - Trained, chained cousins

"Maybe we'll have one for him… a private showing," Septillian murmured, moving back to Abbey. "She's coming back to life.”

Abbey shook her head, feeling the dying of her climactic spasms in her cunt. He stood there in front of her, his legs poised.

"Now, dear Sister, now for the test.”

He picked up the poker again, slapping it against one hand and turning around.

"Let's put this, in the heater. I want her to feel every degree.”

"Geronimus took the poker from Septillian and slipped it into a small bowl that had been provided earlier. The hot gray charcoals sparked at the touch of the cold iron, cinders flying into the air… Abbey watched helplessly as Brother Septillian retrieved the poker.

“Everyone there had to endure this pain to join. The others are reliving their experience. I'm sure you'll find them sympathetic.”

Abbey let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. Sympathy? That was one emotion she didn't expect to find in this hellhole. A de-programmer? Betty's parents had acted quickly. But what was the use? He had been caught.

"Ahhhhhh!”

Her cries echoed through the large room but Brother Septillian paid no attention. The laughter died along with her hysterical cries. Abbey tensed, fear crawling up and down her thighs, making her pussy tight and hot once more. The iron crackled in that awful bowl as more cinders circled above, some falling onto her sweaty body. Betty was screaming again from behind her, begging them all to release her cousin. But no one was moving. All attention was focused on the panting, sweating Abbey.

Brother Septillian paced back and forth, waiting for the branding iron to heat. He cracked his knuckles at times, glancing at the terrified teen from time to time. He licked his lips, talking softly to Geronimus, then moving back to the bowl and standing to one side while staring into the burning coals.

"Oh please, I'll do-anything, anything for you. I'll let you fuck me all the time. But please, don't touch me with that thing. Don't burn me with-it!”

Abbey's tearful pleas went unheeded.

"Yes," Septillian finally hissed.

The one word made Abbey's skin crawl and she knew she would carry the brand of that cult on her body all her life-if indeed she lived. She tightened her fingers around the wrist thongs.

"Now you'll learn the secret of the cult pain and pleasure, dear Sister, pain and pleasure.”

Geronimus moved up to one side, sliding his hands around her ass and cupping them while Septillian moved closer. There were more cracking and hissing sounds and Abbey's eyes fastened on the horrid thing, the tip now white-hot.

"Oh no, no^ no!”

Abbey whimpered, shaking her head slowly from side to side, This had to be the ultimate test, the one that would surely kill her! She tried drawing herself back, feeling the thongs restraining both her ankles and wrists.

“You don’t like this, Sister? It's your new lover, your new friend.”

His mocking words heightened her terror as he drew the iron closer.

“Oh, please, please, I’ll do anything,” the hysterical teen begged once more.

Abbey’s voice was no more than a hoarse whisper-now; sweat-burning into her eyes and nostrils. She shuddered, the violent spasms passing down her narrow shoulders. Her tits drew up, the peaks hard and stiff. Strange, pleasurable eruptive spasms rushed through her belly and cunt.

"Of course you will. After this wonderful thing cools down you'll do what we choose to have you do. But you're not frightened now, are you?”

"Oh God!”

Abbey could hardly think. Her mind was a riot of emotions as she stood there, a captive of this animal's.

"Of course you're not. I see your tits are swelling, right Geronimus?”

The other stud was rubbing both his hands against her asscheeks now. Abbey could feel his cock pressing up against her ass and guessed he was going to fuck her in the asshole.

"Yes, Sister, I think you want this… ”

"Oh no, no… no… ”

Her voice died away as Brother Septillian dropped the iron toward her body. She cringed once more, goose-pimples exploding on her thighs. She could feel the juice from her pussy trickling down her legs while the mound seemed to swell to the exploding point. Septillian lowered the iron a little more and she felt the heat warm her knees. He took his time positioning the heavy weight, watching as the girl shivered.

“Agh!”

The cry was sharp, short, loud! Abbey had screamed, every nerve in her body alive and expectant. Still Septillian hadn't touched her flesh yet with the red-hot disc. It was glowing a red path between her thighs now, the heat radiating from, the instrument and singeing the tiny blonde hairs covering her legs.

She glanced down, watching the blonde cunthairs shriveling, smoldering down to her cuntmound. The bitter hair was nauseating, the smell of a gutted, incinerated animal. But the aroma seemed to arouse Brother Septillian. His hand shook, the iron bobbing up and down. His prick was growing, stretching against his jockstrap.

"Oh Christ, no, no… ”

As his fingers trembled, a thousand burning coals seemed to land into Abbey's cunt.

"I'll do anything. Oh God, don't do this to me. In Jesus's sweet name, don't touch me!”

"In Jesus… Good, you're learning, Sister.”

Again Septillian only laughed at her, the iron moving closer to her pussy. Desperately the girl yammered, offering them all anything they wanted if only Septillian would take that branding iron away from her cunt. The heat was baking her crotch, burning into, her convulsing pussyhole without ever touching her cuntflesh.

"Yaghghhhhhh!”

The hellish inferno curled into her pussy, passing through the humid fist, searching and finding her clit. The heat from that iron took over, pinching her clit, licking and sucking at it. Then it pinched harder, making the girl twist as if the horrid branding iron had actually touched the thigh flesh.

"Oh, you're cumming again, Sister. You can't even control yourself any more. Whenever you have pain, you have pleasure at the same time, am I right?”

"Sister, answer Brother Septillian," Geronimus said, pinching her ass hard.

"Uhhhhhh!”

Abbey couldn't bring herself to respond to these men. All she could think of was that branding iron and the continual spasms in her pussy. She screamed again, begging for mercy. Even then she wondered what further delight iron would bring her.

"You love it," he spat, his hand wavering again, the iron nearly touching the puckered, juice-slicked cuntlips.

“Oh yes, good God, yes," Abbey confessed, her head hanging down between her shoulders.

Brother Septillian drew back. The sudden withdrawal of the heat stunned Abbey. She quivered, wanting to reach for and touch that glowing tip.

"You want it so badly, dear Sister. Then enjoy the kiss of the iron.”

Septillian moved the horrid thing forward, putting the disc on her right thigh and imprinting the half circle imprint of the cult on her flesh.

“Eaghghghghghghghghgh!”

At first there was only the sensation of pressure. Abbey watched as the disc seated into her white, sweaty, flesh. Then, for some strange reason, the girl felt intense cold as if he had touched her with a piece of dry ice. Quickly following these two sensations came the incredible rush of heat arid pain. The agony hit her with the force.of an.onrushing freight train. She jerked at the thongs, thinking she would surely tear them from their anchorage. The frame rattled and swayed from her wild movements as the disc burned into her flesh.

"Eaghghghghhh!”

Abbey could smell the acrid-aroma of burning flesh as the iron remained pressed against her skin for at least ten seconds. There was a hissing sound as well. He was branding her, branding her as if she were some kind of ranch animal. The girl snapped her head back, letting out shriek after shriek, hearing her cousin Betty screaming back as the helpless, girl watched."